But this isn't really about my brother Everette, nor am I peddling his online goods (buy away: http://www.ehartsoe.com/), it's about cravings vs. urges. Picture this: yesterday at noon I sat in the community room at the local Jewish Center. My Weight Watchers leader was Mary-Lou-Renton-ing her way up and down the aisles. We must identify the difference between a craving and an urge, she said.
I think there was an Amen, maybe even a Hallelujah. We experimented: Smelling popcorn at the movie theater and wanting it? Urge.
Hearing the girl next to you pack her Marlboro Lights loudly against the palm of her hand? Urge. Wanting to jump on the Greyhound and go wait tables in Wyoming? Pure urge.
To crave, you've gotta go deep. It's got to be insatiable--satisfied only by the very thing you are craving. For my Weight Watchers leader (she sheepishly confessed) that thing is cheesecake; for Everette, at least according to his website, it's barely-dressed women wandering bloody streets in search of flesh. And me? Hmm...I'll get back to you on that one.